Inconsolable babies just break my heart and then send me into a cold sweat. I am instantly thrown back into the months and months where Ellis would not stop crying as a baby. I can not think or talk, I go into a blind frenzy of "I must soothe this baby".
And in my absences from the other two over the last few days of Theo being unwell, chaos reigns. My children often remind me of caged lions sysematically testing the electric fencing for weakness - rarely testing the same place twice. The crowning moment had to have been Georgia pouring a pot of soya cream and half a tin of tomatoes on the living room floor and splashing in it.
And when one boundary has been tested and denied "No you will not draw on your baby brother", another outlet is found.
